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Sage Francis - Civil Disobedience lyrics
(Sage)
 You can't kill me, motherfucker
 You can't kill me, motherfucker
 You may try, but you will die
 You can't kill me, motherfucker
 Go to bed late, then I have to wake
 Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
 Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
 But in the time I finished it, it's time for me to talk to you
 And then explain what I do in my day, well
 It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell"
 And now we'll try, if I miss any details
 Think about it later and send it in an email
 'Cause my brain is on a loop, but there's a buzz
 That I need to troubleshoot, not now
 Gotta gotta get the work done
 Last night, some other day is turnin to the first one
 I, never gonna never gonna
 I, never gonna never gonna
 I, ain't gonna ever gonna die
 Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead
 Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night
 Lettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyes
 Sexual text message into my mind
 Fingers are busy, but now I'm lookin in the mirror
 Cause the people behind me, they're givin me the middle finger
 I'm kill'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper
 Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth!
 Drinkin the coffee, now I'm dumpin it out
 He's honkin the horn like "You wanna throw down"
 He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now"
 I'm ready (I'm ready), for the typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 (di-di-di-difficult isn't it)
 I'm a just man, with a company van
 And a supervisor who just does a summary scan
 And a coworker who's always like "Discover me man"
 In the morning we all get in the huddle again
 Like "Can we even make more money"
 I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me
 I don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-hiiii)
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedient peopleSage Francis - Civil Disobedience - http://motolyrics.com/sage-francis/civil-disobedience-lyrics.html
 Are gonna die, because they can't live my life
 All eyes on the small guys makin small noise
 In a small town with the small music men
 They're just fall guys, in the law's eyes
 Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin anyone
 I'm not a con-artist, your pencil and promises is eroding eraser tips
 I'm sick of your colleges, expensive taste tester, "Spit that wine"
 Excessive waste, chest, butt; it's that time
 For me to get randomly checked again
 Bored until you're marked with a blood-red pen
 Water bottle sittin in my pocket and I'm walkin with a grin
 Cause the liquid isn't permitted, I'm rippin up the ticket
 For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face
 Shoulda never let me in this place
 Fly, fly boy in the brownest state
 I feel I'm never gonna be let out the gate, because I'm the bomb
 Yea I said it; cool, collected and calm
 Maneuver through the computer to do a little song
 My music got the charm, smoother than a cougar
 Attack the mic and get on the intercom
 Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether you're masochists
 Mellow pacifists, tell those faxin it, it's no accident
 By the end of this record, you're gonna know
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
 Typically sick, little simple civil obedient people
 Are you listenin, love? We got a 30 for us
 Can you hand me enough, can you hand me my stuff
 Bout to move out this scary cemetery you trust
 Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly enough
 Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly justified
 Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am
 Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die
 (Sage Speaking)
 I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really is
 is uh not to be part of my eh-eh-everyday activities
 It's not to be in my music anymore, I don't want it there
 It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that
 I mean de-de-death only as a concept is what matters and-and
 god as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me
 And to you, I know you, I know youuh much better than you think I do uhh
 I hope we meet sometime, I'd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss
 uh right there, on my face
 And uh I don't know maybe have sex a little bit










